Hord Rocking Amigo?
My sister can possibly be the only person in the world who dresses UP to go to hospital*.
My brother, on MSN, is a mentalist, even more so than in real life. He talks to me from three stories below and tells me I'm a "hard rocking amigo". In capitals. He said:
"Chrisie's in hospital. Sprained an eyelash."
Which, I have to admit, made me laugh.
And then:
"Or toenail kaput."
How mean.
Sun goes back into hibernation tomorrow. Which means no more Mr Blue Sky, let alone lozocking on grass and laughing at the boys play football. Nor will teachers turn a blind eye at smokers on the field. No more contemplating dandelions for a while. In a fit of summery-esque feelings, I splashed out a fiver on a YELLOW aptly named "boob tube". The thing is, boobs are needed to hold it up. Really, all boob tubes should come with warning labels:
"Warning: boobs required. If no boobs, risk indecent exposure in public."
Had a good evening - met up with some friends I haven't spent time with for ages. This involved laughing manically in Pizza Hut about absolutely everything. Some innuendo, waving at randoms, spotting Brian from Spaced...Also, scared (and scarred) by rowdy men in pub, drunkenly trying to wave us over, shouting..."Come on...lift up ya tops for us, girls!" and other incoherent obscenities when we ran past them to escape.
When I'm older, I'll never be a drunken old man with a bear belly and stained, off-white T-Shirt. Nor will I be such a woman.
*Nothing seriously wrong.
My brother, on MSN, is a mentalist, even more so than in real life. He talks to me from three stories below and tells me I'm a "hard rocking amigo". In capitals. He said:
"Chrisie's in hospital. Sprained an eyelash."
Which, I have to admit, made me laugh.
And then:
"Or toenail kaput."
How mean.
Sun goes back into hibernation tomorrow. Which means no more Mr Blue Sky, let alone lozocking on grass and laughing at the boys play football. Nor will teachers turn a blind eye at smokers on the field. No more contemplating dandelions for a while. In a fit of summery-esque feelings, I splashed out a fiver on a YELLOW aptly named "boob tube". The thing is, boobs are needed to hold it up. Really, all boob tubes should come with warning labels:
"Warning: boobs required. If no boobs, risk indecent exposure in public."
Had a good evening - met up with some friends I haven't spent time with for ages. This involved laughing manically in Pizza Hut about absolutely everything. Some innuendo, waving at randoms, spotting Brian from Spaced...Also, scared (and scarred) by rowdy men in pub, drunkenly trying to wave us over, shouting..."Come on...lift up ya tops for us, girls!" and other incoherent obscenities when we ran past them to escape.
When I'm older, I'll never be a drunken old man with a bear belly and stained, off-white T-Shirt. Nor will I be such a woman.
*Nothing seriously wrong.
kiwiqueen - 5. May, 23:42
